Sex And The City 2

I think we all have moments in our life when we wish we could take back the time or change a set of circumstances. I myself had such an incident on Saturday night when I returned home from visiting a good friend to discover the girlfriend in bed watching a film about a bunch of skinny bitches who appear to put the value of handbags and shoes over human life. That's right she was watching Sex And the Fucking City 2. My girlfriend is a wonderful woman but I was shocked to discover this about her. Would it have been better to find her in bed with another man. It's actually a tough choice that one.

Anyhow she quickly filled me in on the story line (like I gave a fucking shit) which was something like Carrie (Sarah jessica Parker) had lost her favourite handbag, Charlotte (Kristin Something) had found a new pair of shoes, Samantha (Kim used to be fucking hot Cattrall) was still fucking and the ginger one was still coming to terms with the fact she was....well ginger. They decide to go on holiday to some Arab country which sadly wasn't Iraq to get away from the pressures of handbag buying and wearing shoes that cost what my rent does. You can imagine how fucking gripped I was by this point.

Within a few minutes of watching a part of this film the lady turned to me and asked whether I thought the cast had lost weight. I was fucking horrified and enquired if despite the fact we do have sex she actually thought I was gay? To me they just look the fucking same annoying cows they have always been. After this little incident I was becoming increasingly concerned by her erratic behaviour. I think these films should come with some sort of warning. Just this morning she has asked me if when I decorate my Christmas tree I colour coordinate. I think what happens when women watch these films some sort of "I think all men are gay" switch flicks in their heads and if you're male and in the vicinity they may ask you homosexual related trivia and be warned before you know it you may be listening to John Barrowman and wearing lycra.

In conclusion would I recommend watching this film? If I told you I would rather remove my own fingers with a blunt butter knife and dip them in a bowl of vinegar and after this I would cut off my own head and shit on my own face I think that gives you a pretty good idea of where this film stands in my view.

Please Make It Fucking Stop out of 5

Comments

[Squish]

"the value of handbags and shoes over human life"
"better to find her in bed with another man"
"which sadly wasn't Iraq"
'they may ask you homosexual related trivia"

You are my new favourite blogger.

[drunkenmaster]

I've gone all fucking shy now. You're far too kind.